{"id":18524,"date":"2026-04-28T01:05:00","date_gmt":"2026-04-28T00:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/roglacup.com\/klaus62\/?p=18524"},"modified":"2026-04-28T05:18:31","modified_gmt":"2026-04-28T04:18:31","slug":"morning-song-david-eugene-edwards-hyacinth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/roglacup.com\/klaus62\/2026\/04\/28\/morning-song-david-eugene-edwards-hyacinth\/","title":{"rendered":"Morning song #David Eugene Edwards # Hyacinth"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Hyacinth<\/em> only seems to amplify that intensity, even as Edwards returns anew to a primarily acoustic approach, its songs written largely on an old banjo and nylon-string guitar. His first proper solo album after two decades with Wovenhand, Hyacinth is draped in apocalyptic pall and chilly tendrils of darkwave, its atmosphere co-crafted by producer Ben Chisholm, whose work with Converge and Chelsea Wolfe would certainly qualify him for splashing the canvas with doom and portent. But even amid the subtler moments, wherein the gentle plucks of Edwards\u2019 guitar are left to resonate on their own amid his commanding vocal delivery, Hyacinth<\/em> is a commanding set of songs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If Hyacinth<\/em> isn\u2019t Edwards\u2019 loudest album, perhaps paradoxically, it feels often like his heaviest\u2014not in the sense of riffs or literal cacophony, but in the lingering sense of darkness that permeates each song. Inspired in part by the Greek myth of Apollo and Hyacinthus<\/a> and born of a conceptual effort to intertwine the lessons of the ancients with a more modern struggle, it draws a parallel with its own juxtaposition of acoustic instruments against eerie ambience. The distorted vocal effects and pulsing synthesizers next to nylon strums on industrial-tinged opener \u201cSeraph\u201d present the starkest contrast between the two, though the album\u2019s most haunting moments are frequently those that allow more space between the thunder and the soil. \u201cHowling Flower\u201d is one such moment, a gorgeously understated dirge built on ominous ambience and intricate finger-picked melodies. \u201cBright Boy\u201d is another, Edwards\u2019 austere strums chiming against the sputter of a dying drum machine. Only closer \u201cThe Cuckoo,\u201d based on a traditional folk song (which Edwards has done before on albums like Folklore<\/em>), explicitly draws a line back to the folk and bluegrass at the roots of his earlier music, rollicking even as carries the gothic cloak that drifts throughout.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Over Edwards\u2019 more than three decades of making music, his musical universe has expanded as much in palette as in personnel. Likewise, his perspective shifts here as well, fixed less on more harrowing matters of existence and introspective struggle as it is more poetic and mystical visions informed by a wider array of mythological and metaphorical figures. The end result, however, is one that feels largely of a piece with his prior work, drawing from a slightly different lexicon of references even as it bends toward a similarly anguished search for meaning. A different dark night, perhaps, but it\u2019s no less an excavation of the soul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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